The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Svazek 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Strana 131
... see me , and I see you . : As no one point nor dash , Which are but accessaries to this name , The show'rs and tempests can outwash , So shall all times find me the same ; You this entireness better may fulfil , Who have the pattern ...
... see me , and I see you . : As no one point nor dash , Which are but accessaries to this name , The show'rs and tempests can outwash , So shall all times find me the same ; You this entireness better may fulfil , Who have the pattern ...
Strana 139
... see Me fresher and more fat , by being with men , Than if I had staid still with her and thee . For God's sake , if you can , be you so too : I will give you There to another friend , whom you shall find As glad to have my body as my ...
... see Me fresher and more fat , by being with men , Than if I had staid still with her and thee . For God's sake , if you can , be you so too : I will give you There to another friend , whom you shall find As glad to have my body as my ...
Strana 269
... seeme to threat Manie hard fortunes , and disastres great ) If chance it come to wanton Capricorne , And so into the Ram's disgraceful horne , Then learne thou of the ugly Scorpion , To hate her for her fowle abusion : Thy refuge then ...
... seeme to threat Manie hard fortunes , and disastres great ) If chance it come to wanton Capricorne , And so into the Ram's disgraceful horne , Then learne thou of the ugly Scorpion , To hate her for her fowle abusion : Thy refuge then ...
Strana 271
... seeme . Yet still he drinkes , nor can the boatman's cries , Nor crabbed oares , nor prayers , make him rise . So long he drinkes , till the blacke caravell , Stands still fast gravell'd on the mud of Hell . There stand they still , nor ...
... seeme . Yet still he drinkes , nor can the boatman's cries , Nor crabbed oares , nor prayers , make him rise . So long he drinkes , till the blacke caravell , Stands still fast gravell'd on the mud of Hell . There stand they still , nor ...
Strana 298
... seeme , one luster ten to me . Thus changing course to change my state I know , In presence time proues swift , in absence slow . SONET XVII . I SAW sixe gallant nymphes , I saw but one , One stain'd them all , one did them onely grace ...
... seeme , one luster ten to me . Thus changing course to change my state I know , In presence time proues swift , in absence slow . SONET XVII . I SAW sixe gallant nymphes , I saw but one , One stain'd them all , one did them onely grace ...
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angels bear beasts beauty Ben Jonson blood bloud body breath breed brest COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dare dead dear death didst disdaine Donne dost doth Earth ELEGY eyes face fair fall falne fame farre fear fire flames foes friends give glory God's grace grief grone hand hate hath haue heart Heaven Hell honour horrour JOHN DONNE king light liv'd live look Lord loue lov'd love's lust mind Muse never night nought once paine pleasure poet poison'd poor pow'r praise prince rage rais'd rest SATIRE III SATIRE VI Satires scape scorne seem'd shame sight sinne sonne SONNET soul sprite straight strange Sunne sweet tears terrour thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true twixt unto us'd verse vex'd virtue Whil'st wrath wretched
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Strana 46 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Strana 56 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Strana 69 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Strana 451 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Strana 198 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Strana 69 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 71 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Strana 55 - The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
Strana 59 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Strana 55 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...